Sunday, February 27, 2011

A Sneak Peak: Radiant Heights


They say that globalization is going to make it the next super power. So we watch with gaping mouths, as ‘Western’ waves to crash on ‘Eastern’ shores. Question is how much will we immerse in it?  And how much will it engulf us? As always the old threatens to fades erode as young energy surfaces. So, I document the current state with a critical eye, weighing the possibilities of change. But most importantly, I immortalise these moments to savor its sweet nectar, as I capture the best of my motherland India. 

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Friday, February 25, 2011

Yes sir-reee...

Radiant Heights edited and curated!


Thursday, February 24, 2011

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Sweet Memories

Thanks to Radiant Heights...all sorts of gems are getting discovered!

Monday, February 21, 2011

The Eye..

I wonder what this lamb is thinking about? Are its thoughts structured the same way as ours? Or does its imagination live in another realm of understanding that we humans are not capable of imagining? Is it dreaming about the green bunch of leaves it will eat or does it wonder about the touch of that hand? Should it run to the bunch of greens or what is that sound? 

Or does is think in that split second in its superfast language inside its head?
How vast is this universe, and in those unattainbly abstract expanses of matter and immaterial incomprehensible stratospheres of reason or nothing where exists its true and real end?

Suddenly the lamb sees something teaming and multilplying under its eyes in a sqaure of neon pink. And forgets about explorations of vast and beyond.

Maybe a lamb sees through a lens of another kind, that is not by seeing blindly by the mechanics of the brain in conjunction with the eye.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Friday, February 18, 2011

This one is dedicated to those in week 4 of absolute hell!!!!!!!

Vajale Ki Baaraa

Attempting to teach the choreography of this song is going to be a challenge, but im really looking forward to it.

Monday, February 14, 2011


Dear Cyclops,

I had a dream last night that you were still alive. And things were just the way they used to be, and we were all innocent untouched by time, unbarred by the limitation of change. We were far from being jaded and had no scars, just open plains and lush fields in which we ran wild and free. 

In the dream, I remember looking at you and laughing in surprise as you casually reappeared as a part of the posse; Rani, Khandu, Iris and Rafique were all just scurrying around, as we sat and had cheese toast and tea outside. I thought to my self when I saw you; "Of course, he has made it again," we all thought that this time too Cyclops is going to die, but we were so wrong! Of course he is around! He will always be! 

So, there, I just replicated you as a figment of my imagination, and you were breathing like you were just born yesterday. Speaking of retaining a strong sense of immortality within, I spent all weekend incessantly cleaning, and organising, and sweeping, and most importantly, throwing away those little things that somehow hold me back, and prevent me from having faith in the spirit as opposed to physicality, which can build up like a dangerous mountains of souvenirs, which clutter and crowd my surroundings and prevent my mind from truly being free. Free, so i can concoct stories of immortal pleasure, and eternal dwellings. 

I remember, before I took you to the doctor to put you down, I had taken a video of you, I captured you onto my chip so you could never escape our bond of presence and absolutely pleasurable company. I attempted to put you into a pixelated construct, because you were about to evaporate from the celluloid one. It was a moment of pure selfish devouring of a moment, that was way past its legitimacy, as it was clear that you wanted to go, you had to go, and even though your mother is so healthy and alive, your time had come, and that was the truth. So after a few weeks. I looked at that video of you staring into the camera, of what I thought was you saying good bye, and what you thought you were saying... only you know. I hit delete, and felt liberated. 

So thanks for calling, it was indeed beautiful to re-live that fantasy for a while, a fantasy that was once a reality, which now has passed away.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Whats going on brother???

Dear Cyclops,

Whats going on? No telephono? You seem to be having so much fun eh? I know you are thinking of me, and getting news that people here on earth are bearing the blows of global warming, too much snow, rebelling on the streets of Egypt and watching the Sensex and Nasdaq fluctuate like the needle of a lie detector.

While you, lucky fool get to roll around in an unlimited supply of brown bread with butter and such relentless heavenly pleasures.

Me, I like you just roll around all day, and try not to be bothered by these earthly strifes, or human indulgences. Just spend my time as much as possible concocting worlds that people have not seen yet, building platforms that have not yet been invented, and create forms yet to be discovered, in between balancing my life as a human. Which sometimes can be taxing. But loved ones always find a way to support me, and I am thankful for them.

But incase you want to reach out, you know my number. You just gotta dial the digits and Ill be here, happy to hear from you.



Monday, February 7, 2011

Mr Patil....

Mr Patil on the roof....

Saturday, February 5, 2011